posted on Nov, 20 2014 @ 09:00 PM
Ha Ha Ha
i’ve seen my cat do that but i would never embarrass a cat by taking a picture while having to deal with snot. i reckon even cats need privacy at
times and they do have feelings too.
our previous conversation about Sydney reminded me of my cat Sydney and a few stories i would like to share with the cat lovers community
it was a while ago, when i first had moved to Sydney, (Manley, that is where i was acquainted with the harbor city cats). i had a colleague whit a cat
who just had kittens. eager to have them find nice homes she had started to advertise them early to whoever came in her vicinity.
i was also approached and after discussing it at home agreed to take one of the little kittens. my friend especially was overjoyed, prepared with all
necessary equipment and named the kitten already in advance with the for us appropriate and gorgeous name of “Sydney”.
The kitten was still very little and would have had to stay with its mother for another few weeks. Then a catastrophe happened. Incredible rain and
wind stormed over Sydney and devastated the tin shed where the litter was housed and my colleague came to work next day with very grave news. little
Sydney had not survived.
a little while passed and we moved closer to the inner city. to start with we were looking to rent in share accommodation. our decision was mainly
made on the fact that our future flat-mate had a cat named Sydney. Sydney was an enormous cat. Still young, but enormous. he was all black but for a
bit of white under his four legs. and he was wild. used to fight a lot. while i lived there, the flat-mate had to get Sydney to the vet a few times,
the worst cost her an $800 operation.
again a little while passed and i had moved on into my own inner city townhouse. by chance, i ran into my ex flat-mate's boyfriend and inquired about
Sydney. “oh,” he said “Sydney is half dead. X had enough of him and dumped him into my backyard where nobody cares for him. you can have him if
i picked up Sydney a few days later. literally. this once glorious cat was as skinny as a hungry rat and could not stand on his feet anymore. i had to
carry him all the way. i carried him in through the front door of my home. it took him 3 weeks to recover so he could make his way out into the
backyard. And even when he was his mighty self again, he would freak out, if i would carry him towards the front door.